Date: Mon, 29 Mar 2010 00:41:02 -0400
From: jacobmillertex@aol.com
Subject: Jacob Finding His Way: Chapter 24
{Jacob Finding His Way is based on mostly true events in my life. To keep
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Written by J.P.G.
Chapter 24
(SERGEANT HANEY'S POINT OF VIEW)
When we arrived at Austin High School Joey and Jacob seemed to be at home
there. They talked all the way to the school about the battalion. One thing
they did say that made me feel good was it didn't compare to our battalion
though.
When we got out of the truck after Joey found a parking spot, I felt
weird. I don't know how to explain this, but I just had a funny feeling in
the pit of my stomach I can't explain. As we crossed the street I kept my
eyes open
My attention was grabbed by three guys that were walking from the other
side of the parking lot. They looked too old to be students. I think that
is what caught my eye. Plus the clothes they were wearing; baggy pants with
wife beaters, shaved heads, and chains leading from their belt loop to
their back pocket. They just looked out of place to me at the moment.
When we were making our way into the building several of the cadets were
not wearing their hats nor were they saluting the officers. Fierro and the
guys would stop and tell the cadets to put on their covers and to
salute. When we got to one cadet he was giving Fierro a hard time about it,
and then one of the officers showed up backing up the cadet.
As I stood there watching Fierro try to explain to the two cadets who he
was. I couldn't believe it. They should know any higher ranking NCO or
cadet and instructor from any other school or institution can tell a cadet
they are doing wrong.
My attention was pulled away from the cadets giving Fierro a hard time. At
first I didn't really put it together until I really realized what was
up. The crowd of students gathering was getting larger by the minute. The
chanting began that was inciting a fight. Whenever you get too many
students in one place, they always fold to peer pressure. This was not
different at all.
I ran up to Jacob trying to help him get our cadets out of the area. Jacob
was able to get all of them except Fierro. Fierro is in the middle of all
this and it wasn't his fault at all. I saw Jacob trying to pull Fierro out
with no luck.
Right when it seemed as if Jacob had Fierro, several other students grabbed
onto Jacob. He was thrown to the ground and I couldn't see either of
them. The crowd of students swallowed them up.
When I looked around, I saw several guys in suits and school guards running
toward the crowd of students. They started to break up the fight pushing
students off of one another. Within minutes they had order where the
fighting was.
Fierro and Jacob walked over to us. The only thing I could see wrong with
the guys was their uniforms were out of place. Other then that they seemed
to be ok coming out of a fight like that! They were actually in the middle
of the pile to top it off.
As we helped Jacob and Fierro brush off the dirt from their uniforms, gun
shots went off. Instantly as the gun shots went off, I hit the ground. I
took down my students down with me to the ground for cover as well. I just
couldn't believe what was going on. Who in the world would be shooting at a
school? More so, what stupid student would be carrying a weapon of that
kind at a school? That kind of stupidity is a FEDERAL crime!
When the gun fire ended I looked up and saw the guys in suits surrounding
us. I looked to see who in the world was shooting. When I saw two other
people on the ground I wasn't stunned at all.
They were the two of the three guys that caught my attention when we first
got here at the school. One of which was screaming out in pain. That means
he probably got hit in the gun fire. I didn't see the third guy anywhere
that was with them.
The guys in the suits let us get up finally. As I got up, I helped Joey and
the others up. When we were dusting off, for the second time, the guys in
the suits introduced them selves to us. They are detectives watching over
Jacob.
"Is everyone here ok?" One of the detectives asked.
I shook my head in the positive and the rest did the same. I looked over
and finally saw the third guy being brought back over to the police cars. I
figure he tried to run for it. What a stupid idiot across the board. The
other two were still lying on the ground. The one that was yelling in pain
was still yelling and the other one was quiet and still.
The detectives asked us to follow them into the building. As we walked in
we were greeted by the principal. He took us directly to his office.
(JACOB'S POINT OF VIEW)
As I was lying on the ground all I could think about was Joey. I was so
damn worried about him being hurt. I turned my face and saw him lying
almost right next to me. I moved to get closer to him. I grabbed onto his
hand not even thinking.
"Joey, are you ok? Please tell me you are ok." I said with a stutter in my
voice.
"I am fine Jake, just scared that's all. I think I might have a laundry
problem!" Joey smiled at me when he answered. I almost giggled at what he
was inferring!
Finally, we were allowed to get up. Almost immediately we were rushed into
the building. The principal was standing at the main entrance waiting for
us. We walked to his office as soon as we went through the front doors.
As we entered the office the principal looked at and spoke for the first
time. "Well Jacob, what a way to return to the school with a bang."
We all started to laugh about what he said. We finally were relaxing after
the fight and then the gun shots in front of the school.
"I was told you were coming, but I didn't know this was going to
happen. Detective, can you shed some light on the subject?" the principal
asked, looking over at the detective that seems to be in charge.
"Yes sir, I can. Jacob, we found out that Alejandro Garcia put a hit on
you."
"When the hell did that happen, sir? I already testified against him in
court."
"I know you did, Jake, but the judge over turned the jury's guilty
verdict. So the District Attorney re-filed the charges against
him. Alejandro thought he was still going to be a free man, but he got a
surprise. The District Attorney moved to remove the judge that was on the
case. The court date was last week to get a different judge.
Alejandro had to be present for that court date. A correctional officer
didn't follow the orders and placed Alejandro into population that was
going to court that day. We came to find out, that the officer did that on
purpose. He has lost his job and has been arrested.
However, the damage had been done. So the District Attorney ordered around
the clock protection on you. That is where I come in. I have been in charge
of the detail since the order came down. We figured if the hit was going to
happen, it was going to happen today since you were back in their
territory.
So, we were ready for it and did our job. The only thing we didn't expect
was for a fight to break out. That was something new for us. Talk about
students not liking students in ROTC. That is an understatement!
Back to what I was saying about your protection; we have caught these three
guys, but that doesn't mean there aren't others. I am not saying this to
scare you or worry you. I am saying this so you know we will not stop
protecting you, Jacob. You will not see us doing it, that's all."
The office was quiet for a few minutes before anyone talked.
"Well then you don't need a statement from any of us?" Sergeant Haney
asked.
"No sir. We saw the whole thing and will write that in our report. Just
remember Jake, you do not need to live in the shadows or hide. Just keep
going to school, playing football and running track. No harm will come to
you as long as I and my team are watching you."
We thanked them and headed out of the office. We all went into the restroom
to get cleaned up. [And so Joey can clean out his underwear? ED] We
couldn't show up at another Battalion looking like a cat dragged us in. I
was looking in the mirror along side the others. It seemed we got ruffed up
a bit, but no real damage done. As I was tucking in my shirt, I turned to
the guys.
"You know I am really sorry for dragging you guys into my mess. I didn't
know this was happening or we were in danger!" I said looking at them with
pleading eyes.
"Look Jake, we know you didn't plan this." Fierro started answering for the
guys. "It is the stupid ass that wants to kill you. You surely don't want
to be killed so we are not blaming you at all. Plus the fight wasn't your
fault either. So don't blame yourself!"
The others just nodded their heads in agreement. I was ready to go and get
this day going again. We walked over to the ROTC building talking about
what happened.
When we walked in, we were greeted by Colonel Pigeon.
"Jake, my boy! That's one hell of a way to return back to your old
Battalion! You sure know how to get everyone's attention when you arrive!"
Colonel May said laughing.
We all laughed as the Colonel guided us to his office. The minute we walked
in there, the NCO and officers we were talking to were standing at
attention.
"I have these two cadets here for you to talk to." Colonel May said looking
at Fierro and then at them. "I found out they were refusing to listen to
you when you were instructing them about their hat wear. Then my officer
jumped and defended the poor judgment of the NCO.
On top of all that, they pretty much caused the fight in front of the
school. I, nor my staff condone this behavior and they will be dealt with
after you speak with them."
Fierro just looked at the two then back at Colonel May. "Yes sir, they were
giving me hard time about me instructing them about the hat wear. They were
disrespectful and insubordinate."
"Gentlemen; look at these cadets that are standing in front of you. Three
of them out rank you two and one actually out ranks you in the NCO
rank. Standing before you gentlemen is our Brigade Commander, a Cadet
Colonel, the Battalion Commander of the First Battalion, a Lieutenant
Colonel, a Captain, and a First Sergeant. You will AWAYS listen AND OBEY
your superiors, no matter where they are from. DO I MAKE MYSELF
UNDERSTOOD?"
Both of the cadets at the same time said yes. Colonel May turned to Fierro
to see if he had anything to add.
"I believe they understand what we said to them. When they are in uniform,
they must wear the uniform correctly and I think they now understand the
point. I don't think they will make the mistake of not respecting a Cadet
of superior rank from here on out" Colonel Fierro concluded.
"I agree Colonel and they now know that. Plus I need to make it clear with
the rest of my Battalion about this issue. All the cadets in this unit know
the rules of wearing the uniform. Getting caught like this by the Brigade
Commander doesn't bode well."
Colonel Pigeon dismissed the two cadets to the class room. Just their luck
they had class when we were there. As soon as they left the office the
Colonel told us to take a seat. He looked over to me and smiled; "Well
Jake, this really means I can't get you to come back to my unit your senior
year."
I smiled and chuckled a little. "No Sir, I am really happy where I am. I
started with the Second Battalion of the Brigade. I do thank you though,
for not giving up on me and pushing me when I know I was being a pain in
your `you-know-what', Sir!"
"You can say it, Jake; you were a ROYAL pain in the ass when you first got
here. You were mad at the world and everyone in it. I understood why and I
am glad you were able to let go of it all. The rank suits you, Jake.
Congratulations on the promotion. You deserve it!"
"Thank you for your kind words and for having us here today, Sir!"
As soon as I finished saying that, several cadets knocked and entered the
office. We were introduced to them as soon as they came in. These are the
cadets that are going to get the programs started in this Battalion.
They had desk and chairs set up in the range where we were
meeting. Sergeant Haney stayed with Colonel Pigeon to shoot the
breeze. Joey and I knew each and every one that came into the room. They
were higher ranking than us as when we the program here.
They caught onto everything we had to say. That made it a lot easier for us
to get across all that needed to be covered. Then, once we finished up with
the main areas we needed to cover I took the cadet that was going to be the
editor of the newsletter aside.
I gave him all the computer programs he needed to put together their
newsletter and send it, properly formatted, to the printer. I called up Tec
High from the office and introduced the cadet to our point man there. The
Tec High instructor was very pleased when I told them what was in the
works. He needed the work for his students. The more work he had, the
larger the classes he can get. He had to shut down enrollment to his class
due to a lack of work.
I was happy to be able to help him out. He even gave us a better deal
having so many newsletters being printed with his program. In total we have
ten Battalions that make up our Brigade. That is just in our school
district.
There are three other school districts in El Paso. Not all of the high
schools have an ROTC program this year. Starting next year there, there is
going to be two more Battalions added to our Brigade, and then the
following year another two. So we are going to be getting even larger in
the next couple of years. To make it plain as can be, what we do here, this
year, will set the tone for the new Battalions to come.
After doing the phone call they were set. The morning went faster than
yesterday did. I just hope we can get this done as soon as possible.
On the way back to Newman High School we stopped at McDonalds to grab a
fast lunch. We sat there talking about how dumb Irvin High was compared to
the other two schools we have visited. We all came to the same conclusion;
it wasn't due to the school but rather, the cadets wanting to give us a
hard time.
The rest of the day went fast. It was the normal uniform day without
practice until after school. I started going to track practice on Tuesdays
after school. This Tuesday is no exception to my routine.
When I went into the locker room, the team continued to change and talk as
if I have been part of their team since the beginning. It made me feel
better until the coach needed to weigh me as soon as I walked in.
(ALEJANDRO'S POINT OF VIEW)
I was transferred out of my cell into the lawyer's room. Well what they
call lawyers room. When I was about to walk into the room I was pulled
back. I was told I was going to meet with my lawyer in the middle room.
As I waked in I saw my lawyer with the District Attorney sitting at one of
the long metal tables. I looked around and saw several guards scattered
around the room. It was a large room separated by a metal gate in the
middle. On both sides there are rows and rows of metal tables and chairs
lined down the room.
I went and sat at the table where my attorney and the District Attorney
were sitting. Before I was able to speak a word, my attorney spoke up
first.
"Alejandro, the District Attorney called to prepare me for what's about to
happen. I asked him to give us a chance to talk before it happens. Let me
let him explain what I am talking about; Mr. Anderson go ahead, please."
"Ok, Mr. Garcia, you have a big problem coming your way as I told your
attorney. I am going to present you a one time deal. It is only good while
we talk, because once we leave this room, I will not offer it again.
The jury was going to sentence you to twenty five years in prison on the
first count and then twenty years on the others. They were not going to
allow the sentences to run concurrently, but rather, consecutively with one
another. They wanted to be absolutely sure you would spend the rest of your
life in prison. I will give you what the jury was going to give you, which
is twenty five years on each count, but I will go with the other
convictions to run concurrently with the first one. This way you have a
chance to see light of day at the age of forty" the D.A. concluded.
"If I do not take this deal, what can you do to me? You will lose again as
you did the first time. No jury or judge will convict me in this State for
trying to kill a faggot. I'll bet you they want to give me a medal for it!"
I said with a chuckle in my voice.
"That's fine. You don't have to accept the deal I am offering you. I think
you're forgetting you WERE convicted by a jury in this State. It was the
judge that over turned the jury's verdict. We now have a new judge on the
case. You might find it interesting that this judge is an openly gay man
and has risen up through the ranks and now sits on the bench. So if, and
they will, convict you, he will not overturn the verdict. Additionally, I
really believe he won't allow the testimony about the love life of a
witness."
I looked over at my attorney for some guidance on this. He just stayed
quiet for awhile and I was getting me worried.
"Alejandro, Mr. Anderson is correct about the judge. I won't be able to get
away with putting the witness on trial this time. This judge never allows
it mo matter who they are. That is why when we got this judge, I told you
we were in trouble" my attorney lamented.
"Yeah I know you told me that. I feel I have a very good chance in court
this time not getting convicted." I looked over at Mr. Anderson with a
smile on my face.
"Mr. Garcia, I will enjoy knocking that smirk off your face. You lost in
every way and what I am giving you is a favor to your attorney, not you. I
want to take you to court again and get you convicted and sentenced.
When Jacob Hernandez takes the stand and testifies against you. I will be
looking at you with a big old smile on MY face. The reason for that is
simple. Your plot to try to kill him again, has failed. We caught three of
your homeys trying to kill Jacob this morning. Two of them will be joining
you very soon and the third is in the morgue.
Trust me when I tell you that they will sell you out to cut a deal with my
office. If you do not take the deal right now I'm offering you, I will
order these guards to take you back downstairs and tack on sixty years for
attempted murder charges I will file on you for the hit you ordered on
Jacob today."
My mouth just dropped open. How could he tack on those attempted murder
charges on me while I was sitting in the county jail?
"You can't do that. I was not the one that tried to kill Jacob. I was here
so I can't be charged with anything that happened out there."
The DA got a HUGE smile on his face; "Oh, yes I can, Mr. Garcia. You made
it really easy. You ordered or asked your fellow gang members to take care
of your problem and they tried to. We will tie this in with the testimony
of the guard we also have in custody that put you in the cell with them
rather than keeping you segregated.
Mr. Garcia, you didn't look around before you sat down in the holding cell,
did you?"
I just stared at Mr. Anderson as he asked the last question.
"You went and sat down on the bench in right in front of the intercom. As
you guys talked about the hit in code, it was recorded; every word. We
started doing that almost two years ago when another dumb ass thought he
could beat the system and ordered a hit on a witness.
So, with the recording, the testimony of the guard and the two we have in
custody you will be put away for a very, VERY long time."
I just sat there, stunned, to say the least. How did I get myself into
this? I should have believed in my attorney to get me off as he did
before. No, my stupid ass tried to take matters into my own hands. I looked
up to Mr. Anderson knowing I was beat.
"Do you have the deal paper work with you right now?" I asked.
"No I don't have the paper work with me. If you agree to the deal, we will
get in front of the judge as soon as possible and you will plea out and
when you have completely and fully elocuted to the charges, then, and only
then will you sign the plea paperwork. I don't do the business of the court
and the judge in the county jail."
"Fine; I'll take the deal and will plea to the charges just as long as I
get the deal you said you are going to give me" I said knowing I was really
screwed.
"I will follow through with the deal I have offered you. The judge could
reject it and either offer another deal or send it to trial. In all my
years as a prosecutor, a judge has never overturned a plea bargain made
between the two sides.
You cannot order the killing of, talk to, or talk about Jacob Hernandez
again. That will be part of the plea agreement. Let the poor kid live his
life in peace. If Jacob Hernandez ends up dead tomorrow, or twenty four
years from now, I will re-instate the remaining charges I am not charging
you with now. I will go after you with a vengeance.
DO I MAKE MY SAFE CLEAR ON THIS POINT?" The D.A roared loud enough for the
whole jail to hear.
"Yes sir, you do and I will not mention the name Jacob Hernandez again" I
agreed.
Mr. Anderson got up and walked out to the guard station. My attorney looked
at me and patted me on the shoulders as he walked out. I sat there just
numb as can be. The next twenty five years of my life, I will be spending
behind bars. How did it come to this?
I was taken back to my cell soon after my attorney left. I sat in the eight
by eight cell that had nothing more then a metal bed, metal toilet with
sink, and a metal table. No television or books to take my mind off of what
just happened. The rest of my youth will behind bars because of a stupid
stunt I should have never pulled. I realize I am going to be in prison for
more years than the number of years I have lived life so far.
(JACOB'S POINT OF VIEW)
When we got home after practice I was so happy to be home. From what had
happened in the morning and the hard practice during track, I as I tired. I
just wanted to soak in the bath tub.
The cool thing about our bathroom is that we had a huge garden tub
separated from the main tub and shower. It has a whirlpool system that
could relax every muscle in the body. I just loved this tub.
I went in and threw off my running shorts, t-shirt soaked with sweat,
snickers and socks. I stepped into the nice, warm relaxing tub. As I was
laying back to relax Joey walked in, stripped and did the same.
He climbed in with me and sat between my legs. Joey leaned into my chest
looking up to me. I leaned down and gave Joey a long kiss. I started to rub
his stomach and chest. Eventually, I made my way down to the part of his
body I loved so much.
I was so tired though, and I just wanted to relax. Joey knew it and just
sat there in the hot water with me. He turned around and lay back against
my chest. I loved the way his body felt against mine. The way his hair even
smelled after a long day. Joey never smells no matter what. I know now I
cannot live without having my Joey with me, in good times and bad. We let
the whirlpool do its magic until the water started to cool. We got out of
the tub and moved to the shower.
As we got out of the shower the only thing Joey was wearing was his ring
and necklace. I smiled at him as he looked over at me.
"What are you smiling about babe?" he asked so innocently while standing
there in all his naked glory.
"You and that body that's all mine and no one else's. You are naked wearing
only the ring and the necklace. I just realized I haven't seen you take
them off since the day I put them on you." I said still with the silly
smile on my face.
"I will never take off them off until I die. Even when we didn't talk for
those months, when you lived on your own, I never took off my ring! My
heart is yours and always will be yours. I love you so much Jake!" Joey
responded.
I got out of the shower and walked over to Joey without saying a word. I
grabbed him and pulled him into me. I wanted him so badly inside of me, to
make us as one at that moment. There will be time for that later; enough
time to take our time and do it right. I don't want to be rushed.
We headed back down to the kitchen. Joey wanted to make sure I ate a big
dinner. He wasn't happy when I told him what Dr. Whitmore told me about my
weight. When we get home we all are tired from practice and school. There's
little inspiration to get in the kitchen and do a production.
"Jake let me ask you a question and please don't get mad at me!" Joey
looked at me with his puppy eyes.
"Yeah, go ahead and ask away!" I said, curious as to what was on Joey's
mind.
"You know I have relatives that live in J-Town? [That's Juarez, Mexico for
those of you that don't speak Texan. ED] They know a lot of ladies that
come over here to clean house's and cook for people. They work at
reasonable rates. I was told they only charge thirty five dollars a
day. What would you think about bringing a couple of them over to clean the
house and cook for us two or three times a week?" Joey put forth not sure
of how I'd react to the idea.
"Why are you thinking so many times each week, if I may ask?" I inquired
making sure I didn't have any hint of a negative tone in my voice.
"Look at the house we live in. It is kind of big if I do say so myself and
there are four of us to clean up after and cook for. They could separate
each time doing something different. One time heavy cleaning, the next
laundry, the next iron, and so on" Joey said, making it obvious he'd
thought this trough and that it's not a casual thought.
"That sounds like a very good idea to me. I would like to get two from the
same family if possible. They will work better together than if they are
from different families" I said in agreement.
"I agree with your thinking on that, Jake. I will get a hold of my extended
family in J-Town and get the ball rolling on this tonight."
We both looked in the refrigerator and didn't find anything of interest to
eat. We have plenty of food in there; we just do not want to cook."
Once again we decided to go out and eat. As we were eating I was figuring
how much it was costing for us to eat out all the time. We were averaging
about thirty dollars each time went to eat. So, just figuring Monday
through Friday, it was running one hundred and fifty dollars. That still
doesn't include the money we spend eating out at lunch.
If we go with Joey's idea and bring in the maids three times a week, it
would run one hundred and eighty dollars. If we bring them in twice and
week, it would cost one hundred and twenty.
No matter what we do, it is going to cost; that's just life as I'm
learning. We need to figure out a way to get the house in order and stop
spending so much money. Money hasn't become a big issue for me or Joey. I
haven't touched a dime of the principle my grandfather won for me. In fact,
due to the investments and income it has been generating, I have done
well. The original five hundred thousand I started out the investments with
has been returned. So my grandfather is investing my money well.
(JOEY'S POINT OF VIEW)
When Friday rolled around I was actually excited to get on the field for
the first time. I have been getting along with the football team all week
thanks, in large part, to Tom's having come out to them. They accepted him
being gay and really don't care. Maybe it isn't such a bad thing being gay
here. I don't think it's good enough to wear "I'm Gay" on a t-shirt and go
walking about town or to school, however.
Also it could be they have known Tom, like he said, all their lives. So his
coming out being gay isn't a huge difference for them. It would be for a
new person in the scene like be being gay isn't a good thing.
Well, I'd better not think too much about this. I have a game to play and
help take my team to victory. I had fun throughout the game. We had the
game won since the first quarter. The coach didn't want anything to happen
to his starters. So, after the half the coach put in his second and even
his third string players. We just looked on as we took the game to victory
with a score of 45-6.
(JACOB'S POINT OF VIEW)
When Joey got home after the game all I wanted to do was be with him. Joey
was more excited about winning the game than I had ever seen him. It seemed
as if all the problems he was going through have disappeared, finally. I
just loved the zest Joey has for life. He will always keep me young not
only in heart but in health.
We went upstairs a couple hours later. We undressed one another and went to
bed. Joey didn't even need to shower now that he could shower with the
team. We snuggled up to each other as we drifted to sleep. As I was
entering the dream world, I had the boy of my dreams in my arms.
I got out of bed the next morning as quietly as I could. I didn't want to
wake up Joey early on a Saturday morning. When I walked in the bathroom, I
was stopped in my tracks.
"You don't think you're going to leave without me this morning do you?"
Joey said with his toothbrush in his mouth.
I couldn't help but chuckle looking at him with white toothpaste dripping
down his chin. I walked over to him and pulled him to me.
"Come here and give me a kiss handsome." We started kissing each other. I
was taking in his toothpaste as we kissed. "You know no matter if you're
awake, asleep, or just waking up you are so damn handsome, Joey!"
That put a big old smile on Joey's face. He finished brushing his teeth
while I drained the snake. I did my morning routine before heading out to
get dressed. Once I was dressed, Joey and I walked downstairs to grab
something to eat. To Joey's and my surprise David and Tom where already at
the kitchen table eating scrambled eggs and bacon.
"It smells so damn good! Who did the cooking?" I said as I was dishing up
some eggs for Joey and me to eat.
"I did the cooking. You all have a house full of food but don't eat here."
Tom said with a mouth full of eggs!
"That is no lie about the food. We are thinking about hiring a maid for two
or three times a week. Maybe we should just ask you to move in and cook for
us!" I chuckled sitting down.
"No, that I won't do. You guys are not the cleanest or neatest group I have
seen and I won't wear one of those little black and white maid's outfits
either!" Tom quipped. That image in mind got us all laughing and unable to
eat for a couple minutes!
After a good laugh, we continued eating as fast as possible. If we don't
eat in a hurry, I will be late for track. I got to the school just in time
for the meet.
As before, I ran in the same four races and we took them all. The coach was
not happy with me due to my time getting slower in each tournament we do. I
figure in the district match ups I really don't need to run my
fastest. When we get to the higher levels is when I will put it all on the
line.
Right after the meet was over and the coach spoke with us. I caught up with
Joey and the guys in the parking lot. When I got there, most of the
football team was there chatting with Tom.
I looked at David then Joey to figure out what is going on. I couldn't get
the gist of things by the looks on their faces. Finally Tom walked over to
us; "Hey guys the football team has a big favor to ask you." He looked back
at the guys then back to us. "They had a home to throw a party at today but
it fell through. So they have all the stuff, just not a place to throw the
party. They were wondering if they could throw the party at your house" Tom
said, putting forth the team's case.
I looked over at Joey and the guys. I had gotten on Chase just last weekend
about having a party at our house. What would it look like if I say yes to
this one and I got on his case for the last one? That would be shitty of me
to say the least.
I waved Chase and Joey over to me. I wanted to them to know they have a say
in this; not just me.
"Chase I know I got on your case last..."
Chase stopped me before I could finish. "Jake, the house is yours not
mine. I am glad you gave me a place to live, food in my stomach and clothes
on my back. I will never hold any ill will towards you or think differently
if you say yes. I was wrong doing what I did without asking you guys
first. I know you guys are cool and would have said yes."
I was surprised with Chase's reaction and I know it really is Joey's and my
decision to make. I looked over to Joey to see what his thoughts were on
this. All he did was point to me as though it was my decision alone to
make.
We walked back over to the guys. I looked at Tom and back at Joey and the
guys. I was kind of unsure of what to make out of this. Since these guys
know we live in our own home we are going to be party central if I'm not
careful. Also if I do say no it may result in things going back to the way
they were before Tom came out. So it is like catch twenty-two. I'm damned
if I do, damned if I don't.
"Ok, you guys can have your party at the house." They started to smile and
high five one another. "Just a couple of things though. The upstairs is off
limits to everyone that comes over. There is plenty of room downstairs and
in the game room. Also, there will be no sex in the closets of the house,
if you all get my drift."
"Jake you are getting me wrong here. We don't want to throw the party in
the house but in the back yard. The only time we will need access to the
house is if and when someone needs to use the bathroom. Other than, that
everyone will stay in the yard." Tom said.
That made me a happy camper. I wasn't as worried with them having the party
outside as I was having it inside. Tom told me the some of the guys would
head on over in the next hour so and set up.
The other good thing about where we live is out a little ways. The houses
are not built on top of one another. That is one of the things Joey and I
liked when we bought the house. The yards were huge and the land between
the homes was decent. So we really will not be bothering the neighbors that
much.
Joey, the guys and I headed back to the house. On the way home we ate at
Village Inn. I wanted something you could call real food rather than the
fast food we were eating constantly.
When we drove up to the house, the guys were setting up already. I didn't
really pay any mind to them. I headed in to change and get comfortable. I
was dirty and sweaty from the track meet. I really just wanted a shower and
to laze around.
By four the back yard was pretty much set up for the party. They asked to
have the party at the house but they never did actually invite any of us to
join the party. We were downstairs discussing that.
"Jake, the party is being held at your house. That alone gives us the right
to be at the party." David said with the others agreeing.
"That is true. The party is being held here. Still though, they didn't
invite us to the party! I don't want to crash the party and not be wanted"
I mused.
We stayed quiet for a few minutes then I spoke up again; "Look you guys,
they really never had a problem with you. Go and have fun at the party and
enjoy yourselves. The worst they could do is to ask you guys to leave. For
me I am going to stay away from the party. I wasn't invited. Call me old
fashioned, but I won't go where I am not invited. I don't want trouble with
them here at my own house!"
I walked back upstairs to Joey's and my room. I thought to myself these
guys got the backyard ready way too soon. The party won't be kicking off
for hours yet.
By eight the back yard was getting full of people. The music was playing
and drinks were being served. I then realized the drinks were beer and
every one was under age. I just hope they don't get too noisy and the
neighbors call the police.
I should have never even thought of the negative. It was a little after one
when there was sirens out side of the house and banging on the door. Before
I knew it, I saw kids running in all directions. I was so damn pissed.
One of the officers walked in through the open gate to the back yard. He
started yelling if anyone was in the house to come on out. I walked out to
see what he wanted.
"Who is the owner of this house?" The officer yelled.
I stepped forward to the officer. "I am the owner of the house, sir."
"Do you know it is against the law on serving any kind of alcohol to
minors?" As he turned and looked at me with a cheesy smile!
"I didn't know there was alcohol at the party, sir": I stated with respect.
"I don't know what kind of trick you are playing here son. There is no way
you own this house. Where are you parents, son?"
"Sir, I own this house and my parent doesn't live with me at all."
The officer just looked at me before he grabbed onto my arm and dragged me
into my own home. He threw me into a chair in the dining room.
"Now, you are going to tell me the truth about where your parents are or I
am going to haul your skinny ass to jail" he said, trying his best to
intimidate me.
"I hate to bust you bubble officer, but I am under age. So you cannot haul
my butt to jail. And, for the last time, the house is mine and no one
else's" I stated firmly, yet politely.
"Don't be getting smart with me, young man. I will throw you in juvenile
detention before you can yell for mommy" the officer said showing a really
nasty disposition.
I looked at him surprised at how angry he was getting. I didn't answer him
right away and that seems to have gotten him even angrier.
"Look son, I have no time to play games with you. You had better answer me
soon or I will throw the cuffs on you" he stated showing even more anger.
"Sir, I own this house and if you will allow me to go to the study and get
the paperwork, I will prove it to you."
"No way am I going let you run out of this house. Enough is enough, get up
now son!"
The officer pulled me up from my seat and threw me against the wall. He
searched me and took out the stuff I had in my pocket. He then handcuffed
me and walked me out to his police unit. That I was embarrassed was the
least of it. I was scared and worried about where he was taking me. I
wasn't getting smart with the officer. He just didn't allow me to prove to
him I was the owner of the house.
I don't know what he did when he went back to the other guys. About five
minutes later he walked back up to his car and got in. He had my ID and was
calling it in.
"All you had to do, Jacob, was tell me where your parents are. Now, when
they get home they'll find that their son has been arrested. You will be in
more trouble then just having the party."
His screen blinked a couple of times and then looked back at me. He then
called in the radio to his office. When he was talking on the radio another
police car drove up.
Whoever was in that unit looked like was his boss. Then he walked back to
his unit and got back in not saying a word. He started the car and we were
on our way. About fifteen minutes later we drove up to the west side
substation.
He drove up to the locked fence and put in a code. The gate opened and he
drove through and parked near the door. Once he stepped out he opened the
door and pulled me out. We walked through the back of the police station.
When we got inside there were these little cages no bigger than a dog
kennel. He opened one of the fence doors and un-cuffed me. He ordered me to
sit on the bench then he cuffed me to the metal rod in the metal. He walked
out shutting the fence door and locked it.
I watched him walk away until I couldn't see him anymore. This place was
cold and very uncomfortable to be in. I really couldn't move at all due to
my hand being handcuffed to the middle of the bench.
I sat there, scared as can be. I actually wanted to cry as I sat there. I
never have been in trouble before and here I am sitting in a cell. I know
if they take me wherever, I was not going to get out of there unscathed and
perhaps not alive. Not just because of Alejandro Garcia but also, me being
gay. That will cause me a hell of a lot more problems.
I sat in that cage for over an hour at least. No one came to check on me
all that time. I saw many people brought in and then taken out sooner then
I was. I was wondering what in the world was going on with me.
Finally after sitting there for over two hours, an officer came to the
cage. He looked in then yelled out to the other officers.
"Does any one know whose arrest this is in cage C?"
I heard a lot of `nopes' and `I don't knows'. The officer again looked in
the cage and opened the door.
"Son what is your name please?"
"It is Jacob Hernandez sir!"
"Who was the arresting officer that brought you in here?"
"I really can't tell you. I never got his name when he arrested me at my
house sir!"
"What were you arrested for son?"
"He didn't believe the house was mine when he wanted to know whose house it
was. There was a party going on in the back yard. I figure one of the
neighbors called it in. So the police came in and broke it up. There was
beer being consumed at the party. I wasn't even at the party; I was asleep
in my house when he came in" I explained as best I could.
"Why in the world did he bring you down here? I need to check your
arrest. Give me a few minutes and I will get back to you."
He closed the cage and left. I sat there wondering what in the world was
going on. Did the cop actually forget I was there? What a screw ball cop he
is.
About five minutes later the officer came back and opened the gate. This
time he walked in and came over to me. He leaned over and un-cuffed me from
the bench.
"Mr. Hernandez, the worst you should have gotten was a ticket at your
house; not arrested. If it was me on the call, I wouldn't even given the
ticket. I would have been happy the party was broken apart.
The officer already went home for the day. I will be reporting this to the
watch commander. I assure you, something will be done with the officer in
question.
On the other hand, I am going to let you go with a warning. Just be careful
in the future with the parties you have at your house and what is being
drunk. I know you cannot check every bag or cup that comes to the party. I
was a teenager once myself."
As he was talking to me he gave me my ID and walked me to the front
door. He buzzed me out to the lobby and wished me luck.
I couldn't believe this fucking officer did. I am going to talk to my
grandfather about this and see what he thinks I should do. Now, I need to
find a way home. I don't have my wallet or money to call the house or a
taxi.
I knew where I was so I decided to walk home. That was the only way I was
getting home anyways. So I started walking down Mesa Street. The street was
pretty empty at this time of the morning. I figure the church crowd are
barely getting up and getting ready for their day.
As I reached my house the sun was already coming up. The yard was a mess,
trash and cans every where. I looked around to see which neighbor might
have called the police. Whoever it was, it was screwed up for doing so.
All I wanted to do was go to sleep and forget this day ever happened. I
went straight up to the room and didn't see Joey there. I wasn't going to
even wonder where in the hell he was. I just climbed into bed and went to
sleep the moment my head hit the pillow.
The next thing I knew I felt hands around me. I opened my eyes and saw Joey
looking straight down at me.
"When did you get home babe? We were waiting for you at the county jail
downtown. We kept asking when you were going to arrive and they kept saying
you were not in the system. What happened and where did they let you go
from?"
"It is too early to be asking me so many questions. All I want to do is
sleep, gorgeous. The stupid office never put me in the system. He just put
me in a cage and went home. The next shift noticed I was there and let me
go with a verbal warning."
"Screw the verbal warning they gave you! Jake you should just sue the shit
out of them for what they did. You shouldn't take this lying down babe!"
"Right now, gorgeous I just want to sleep. I am so tired and warn
down. Would you please come and sleep with me? I cannot sleep without you
anymore!"
I heard Joey take off his sneakers and then his pants. He crawled into bed
with me. I wrapped my arms around him and snuggled up to his hair. I love
the way Joey smells and I love to fall to sleep with his scent in my
head. Not soon after I did fall back to sleep.
When I looked at the alarm clock on our nightstand it said little after two
in the afternoon. I crawled out of bed trying not to wake up Joey. No
success on that at all. The minute I was out of the bed Joey opened his
eyes.
"Where are you going babe? Come back here and sleep some more with me!"
"I would love nothing more then sleep all day with you in my arms. I am
hungry and I need to pee and get some food down my stomach."
With that I walked into the bathroom shortly followed by Joey. Joey and I
used the toilet together and then washed up in the sink. We threw on some
clothes and headed down stairs to eat.
When we got down to the kitchen Chase was there eating. I couldn't figure
out what he had made himself to eat. He looked up at me and smiled.
"Hey! The jail bird finally decided to wake up and join us today!" He said
laughing and trying to eat at the same time.
The funny thing was with him trying to do that made Joey and I laugh at him
when the food came out of his nose. He was laughing even harder when that
happened.
As we sat there laughing David and Tom came in from the back yard.
"Hey Jake, it's good to see you back in one piece with us today!" Tom said
as he looked at Chase.
"Tom and the guys came over to clean up the mess that was made last night!
They are very sorry for what happened to you Jake, and so am I!" David said
with a worried look on his face as he spoke!
"Don't worry about it and tell the guys not to worry about it. The officer
was being a dick last night. It seams that is what they live for. Be a dick
to those they could get away with" I said letting them off the hook.
I was looking for something to eat quickly. I couldn't find anything I
could eat without having to cook it up. Tom pushed me out of the way and
dug some items out of the refrigerator and looked back at me. "You guys are
useless without your parents. I don't know what is going to happen since
some of you are not going to marry woman. I figure you will be eating out a
lot!"
Tom started cooking up a feast. When he was almost done he called in the
guys from outside. We all sat down and ate what Tom cooked. It was great
food that hit the spot. As we were cleaning up, we were trying to figure
out what to do for the rest of the day.
One of the football players spoke up and suggested that we play hockey. I
thought it was weird due to us not having ice or snow anywhere.
"Where to you want to play hockey at? I know I don't know how to ice
skate. I don't know about the others here though!" I inquired.
Daniel just looked at me and smiled. "Jake I am not saying ice hockey. I am
saying street hockey out side in the street. We have all the equipment we
need to play. All you need to do is have roller blades and hockey
sticks. If you feel you need to have padding, then get some on as well."
"No we can't play in the street here. We still don't know who it that
called the police on us last night was. We need to find somewhere else to
play if we are going to play at all."
Daniel looked around then back at me. "Let's go and play at the park
then. We could play on the tennis courts over there. The net is broken so
no one uses the tennis courts."
"Where do we get the stuff we need to play? I don't own a pair of roller
blades and to top it off I never skated on rollerblades in my life."
"You could buy them at Wal-Mart. They are cheaper down there than anywhere
else. Have you ever skated on regular skates before?"
"Oh yeah I have done that."
"It is the same trust me! When you put the roller blades on you will see."
We all headed out to different places. Tom and the guys he came with went
to Daniel's house to pick up the goals and other equipment they needed and
to see if any of the others wanted to play.
Joey and the rest of us headed to Wal-Mart in his truck. When we got there
we went straight to sporting goods. They had all sorts of roller blades to
pick from. I tried on several different kinds and settled on a pair that
said they are made for hockey playing.
As I went around to the other side Joey was still looking for a pair of
roller blades. The others, David and Chase, already threw theirs in the
basket.
At first when I was looking at the sticks I didn't understand the
difference. Finally a sales rep came up and told us we had to pick the one
that suits us. At first I didn't understand what he meant by that. Then he
explained; "Look if you are right handed you need to get the stick for
right hander, same for left hand. Then you need to get a stick that matches
your height. You cannot to one that is too big or too small for you."
We thanked him and grabbed the sticks and then headed to the padding. Trust
me when I say I got all the padding I could for me to play. Joey already
caught up to us by then. He heard what the sales rep said and got himself
the right stick.
We headed to the register to pay and head out. When we arrived at the park
the guys were already there setting up. We got down and walked over with
all of our gear. They looked up at us and laughed.
I threw my stuff down on the grass and sat down. I took off my sneakers
and put on the roller blades. When I got up it was easy, but of course I
was on the grass. I walked over to the sidewalk.
Daniel was right about it not being much different then roller skating. The
moment I got on the sidewalk I was able to stay up. Yeah, at first I was a
little clumsy and held my hand out for balance. After awhile I caught onto
it. The only problem I found I didn't know how to stop once I got going. I
just kept slamming into the gate in order to stop.
We all finished putting on our gear and headed out to the tennis
court. Daniel explained the rules and said it was a no contact sport. We
cannot slam one another into the gate or into the ground. We can go for the
puck, but that was all.
We split into teams and decided who was going to do what. I just stood out
in the middle of our side as Josh took the puck. He started going toward
the goal when another took the puck from him.
I started to chase him down to get the puck. It was no luck because by the
time I caught up to him he already shot the puck. Our goalie was able to
deflect it off of his glove. It actually came over to me.
I got it and did my best hitting it with the hockey stick. I never played
the sport so I do not know how to jiggle it around the stick. I wasn't
paying any attention to those around me. As I made it to the goal I shot
but missed the goal by a mile.
This went on all afternoon. About twenty minutes into the game I was
sweating so much I took off the padding. We were not playing with checks or
throwing one another against the fence, so I should be safe.
We all were having fun playing the game. There still was no score after
forty minutes of playing. We did, however, have an audience watching the
game. They booed those they didn't like and yelled in favor for those they
liked.
Finally Josh got the puck and moved down the tennis court and went around
the net. As he came around he looked as if he was going to pass it out to
one of us. But instead he went for it. It bounced off the post and right
into the net.
Josh came around with the stick in the air screaming after he made the
goal. We all rushed him throwing him against the fence.
We played for another twenty or so minutes. By then we were all just tired
and called it quits. When we skated off the tennis court the crowd left. We
went and sat down the grass, or more accurately, laid on the grass.
None of us moved an inch for awhile. I finally got up in the sitting
position and started to pull off the roller blades. Man, my feet were
thankful for that. The others started to move around as well.
Once we all were back in sneakers and no padding or hockey gear we sat
there trying to figure what to do next. One thing I knew for sure is that I
was hungry. So, I invited the guys back to the house for pizza and sodas.
(JOSHES POINT OF VIEW)
"Hey guys I know some of you are new here at Newman High School. What I
mean is have any of you heard of the story about the ghost that haunts our
school?" Josh asked.
Joey, Chase and I shook our heads no. The rest shook their heads yes. We
haven't heard of the ghost stories about Newman High. Austin High School
yes, but not here.
Josh continued; "Ok then let me tell you about the ghost that haunts the
fourth floor of our school. You must remember the only time the ghost
actually comes out to haunt the school is during game nights. The rest of
the year it is quiet."
"Wait, I have heard at times if a football player or cheerleader is alone
on the fourth floor the ghost scares them off. He hates the cheerleaders
and football players no matter what time of the year. If they are on the
fourth floor early in the morning or late at night, he goes after them";
looking at Josh, Tom spoke up.
"Yes that is true I completely forgot about that. Well let me start from
the beginning of the story. As you all know the school was built back in
late eighteen hundreds, but due to so many issues during construction, the
school didn't open for students to the turn of the century.
Back in the day, unlike today, the cheerleader squad had both female and
male members on it. They did more than cheer; they actually made formations
on the field including the pyramid. Just like the colleges do today.
You know they pile up to top and then the ones on top would jump off, do a
couple of flips in the air, and then they land in the guys' arms."
"It sounds like you would be a great cheerleader instead of football
player!" Daniel began to laugh as he spoke. The rest of us started to laugh
with him. Joshes face turn all shades of red when we all started to laugh.
"Come on guys do you want me to tell the story or not?" Josh said with a
touch of aggravation.
"Go ahead, we were just joking with you man. Can't you take joke?"
"Yes I can take a joke, but it derails my train of thought and I don't like
it."
"Please do not prove the point that we football players are dumber then
dirt."
We all started to laugh again. Josh looked like he was pretty damned angry
this time. So angry, Josh didn't start to speak until we all settled down
and stopped laughing.
"Ok now back to what I was saying. It happened during after first
homecoming game on our field. It was during the half time show when the
cheerleader squad was out on the field. They were keeping the fans
entertained.
They were forming the pyramid, and it was going good. It was going up with
no problems. The fans were cheering for the squad as they were forming the
pyramid no one was paying attention to the guys on the bottom.
A set of the guys were not in place when the two girls jumped off the top
pyramid. That is when the crowd noticed the missing guys and started to
yell. That is when one of the two guys that were supposed to be under the
pyramid started to run to catch her.
It was too late by the time he got there. Somehow she actually twisted in
the air and landed head first in the ground. She died right there on the
bottom of the pyramid.
The crowd was stunned and started to yell and scream. That brought out both
football teams and coaches. By the time they got to her, they knew she was
dead. Her head was almost completely snapped clear off her body by the
pressure of the fall.
Ever since then, the high schools in this city cannot do formations like
that. It is banned at the high school level.
Now here is the scary part of the story; during home games the cheerleader
starts to turn on and off the lights on the top floor at the exact time of
her death. You could see her roaming the football field. Her head almost
completely off of her body as she walks around the area where she died."
"Has any one gone up stairs when the lights are flickering on and off?" I
asked looking at the guys.
"Some say they have and seen her walking through the rooms. The funny thing
is that she doesn't even open the doors. She goes straight through
them. One time a teacher thought it was a joke being played and went up
there. She had the key to all the rooms so she was able to open the
doors. But what she saw freaked her out so badly that she retired.
I know is this much; I don't even look to the top floor when we play on
our field. Plus it is impossible for a person to be turning on and off the
lights as fast as they do. There aren't any light switches in the class
rooms to use! You need to have a special key to be turning the lights on
and off.
All I am saying is this; just beware of where you go during the home
games!" Josh jumped up and screamed when he said the last words. I and
several others jumped from where we were. That made Josh laugh like crazy.
"That wasn't cool man, not at all. We were so much into the story and you
go and do that. You are a damn sick dick you know that!" David was pretty
angry while he spoke.
"I know you want my dick man, but it is for the ladies only!" Josh started
to grab onto his package while he was talking.
I hate when any guy does that. Thinking he has the biggest or hottest cock
in the world. I probably could bet my last dollar that those who do that,
have small cocks.
We stayed quiet for a few minutes while Josh settled back down. Soon after
the subject was changed and we were talking about other things in several
different groups!
(JACOB'S POINT OF VIEW)
The rest of the evening we sat there talking and just having fun! Tom
noticed it was getting late and nodded to the guys for them to leave. We
all hit fist and they all headed out and called it a day.
Joey and I headed upstairs to our room. We closed and locked the door when
we got in. I started to run the water in the bath as Joey and I stripped
off our clothes. We both got into the bath and sat down in the nice
relaxing whirlpool.
As we sat in the whirl pool bath, I started feeling frisky again. I started
rubbing up and down Joey's stomach and chest. I took the soap and washed
his neck then his chest all the way down to his belly button.
I started kissing him behind his neck. I dick was getting hard and it
started to poke Joey in the waist of his back. Joey flipped over and when
he did, we started kissing. I just loved kissing my Joey. His lips were
full and sweet.
Joey moved down kissing my neck then my chest and stomach. Then he
surprised me when he went under the water and took my dick in his mouth and
started sucking on it. I just loved the feeling it was giving me.
I grabbed Joeys head and pulled it up to me. We started kissing as the
water dripped from his hair down his face.
"Let's go to the bed, I want you to make love to me!"
We got out of the tub and dried off. We headed to bed kissing one another
not letting go. I felt if I let go of my Joey, I was going to lose this
moment. As we reached the bed Joey pushed me down on it.
He started kissing me on my stomach and chest. But this time he threw my
legs over his shoulders and started to rim me. I love the feelings this
makes in me. This is such a true expression of love. Man did that feel so
damn good! Joey knew exactly how to make it work best for me. As I relaxed
and opened up, I could feel his tongue's slightly rough texture getting
deep inside me.
Before I knew it Joey reached over and got the lube. Squeezed some of it on
his dick and some at the entrance of my butt and worked it in a ways. Man,
was it cold! Joey worked the lube inside with one, then two fingers,
getting my hole to relax and open up for what was to come. As his fingers
slid into me and rotated around, he'd massage my prostate sending waves of
pleasure through my entire body. This just got my desire for the real thing
to an even higher fever pitch. Joey knew exactly when I was really ready
and slowly removed his fingers, leaving me feeling empty and craving the
love making that was about to happen.
My eyes were closed and I felt the hot moist tip of the head of Joey's cock
at my rosebud. I pushed down to relax and felt Joey slowly enter me, an
inch at a time. It felt so good having Joey inside of me. When he got all
the way in, he leaned down and kissed me. As we were kissing Joey started
to go in and out. Each time he went in, he hit the spot that makes me go
crazy.
Joey started to go faster and faster hitting my prostate each time he went
in. It drove me crazy when he hit my prostate. It was as if he was hitting
the crazy button inside of me. I just didn't want the feeling to ever
end. The waves of pleasure were a combination of physical and emotional.
As we were having sex our lips never left each others'. As Joey was
screwing my brains out, he had his tongue inside my mouth.
I was looking right into Joey's face as he was kissing me. His eyes were
closed as if he was on cloud number nine. The expression on his face said
it all.
I wrapped my legs around him wanting Joey even more inside of me then he
was. At the same time I wrapped my arms around his head moving his face
even tighter to mine. It did the trick because I was now moaning like
crazy.
"That is it Joey, you are making me go crazy! That feels so dam..."
Joey started going at even harder that the bed post was hitting the wall. I
didn't even care if the whole world hears us having sex. I am with my Joey,
the man I love and he is giving me pleasure words can't even explain. It
was the best feeling I have ever had when we were as one having sex.
Joey is sweating as he is going at it. He has a smile on him that lit up
the room. My dick was so hard I was afraid if Joey went down on it, it
would stab him. The best thing about the whole thing was I feeling this
great and yet I haven't even touched my dick nor has Joey.
"Jake I am going to cum babe; I swear you are so damn tight. I won't be
able to hold it in much longer!"
I wrapped my legs even more around him then before. I wanted to feel him
shoot inside me when he releases. The pressure of him shooting throws me
over the top. Joey started to moan even louder when I concentrated on
clamping my butt muscles down tight. I could feel his cockhead swelling
even more as his orgasm got closer.
"Jake don't do that babe, you are going to make me cum even faster. Stop
babe, please stop! I am going to shoot, I swear, I am shooting..."
Right then, Joey started to shoot inside me, and without even touching my
dick I started to shooting. It seemed as we were one. We shot almost at the
same time, each time we shot. I know Joey shot at least seven if not more
times inside me. The first three or four shots came out so damned hard I
could feel them splash against my insides. There was also the warmth that
flooded my insides as he pumped the hot juice of his very being into me. I
wanted him inside me forever, but I knew it couldn't be. I will take what I
can when I can.
When we finally settled from our high and Joey had slipped out of me, he
rolled off of me and landed on the bed beside me. We both were panting like
dogs in the heat of a hot Texas summer day. I felt Joey's cum leaking out
of me. I so wanted it to stay inside.
Once I caught my breath I got up from the bed and looked over to Joey. He
still had his eyes closed. I leaned down and grabbed his arms to pull him
up.
"What's up babe, let me rest for a minute."
"I want to take a shower with my gorgeous boy toy. Come on. I want you in
the shower with me."
I pulled Joey up and we headed to the bathroom. We jumped into the shower
without waiting for the right temperature of the water. Soon after we were
in the shower the water got just right. We washed one another up and then
got out and then we dried each other.
We headed out of the bathroom and back to bed. We didn't even bother to put
on any kind of underwear. We crawled in and cuddled with our naked bodies
pressed against each other. Perhaps I need to rethink what we wear (or
don't wear) to bed. I fell to sleep feeling so good with having had sex
with my boyfriend.
(JOEY'S POINT OF VIEW)
I was woken up when I flipped over and didn't find Jake cuddled behind
me. I got so used to waking up with Jake's arms around me. It actually was
weird not having him there; his body heat radiating from him to me.
I got up looking around the room and didn't see Jake any where. I looked
over a saw light coming from under the door of our bathroom. I first I
thought he was just in there doing business. So I lay back down and waited
for him to crawl back into bed with me.
I waited and about ten minutes later when he didn't come out of the
bathroom I started getting worried. I got out of bed and went to the door
of the bathroom. I put my ear against it to see if I could hear
anything. What I heard got me worried. It sounded like Jake was crying in
the bathroom.
I tried the door and it was unlocked. I opened it and went to find Jake
sitting on the toilet crying. He looked up and me with sad, worried eyes,
all I could do is go to him.
"What is wrong babe? Why are you in here crying like this?" I asked with
anxiety.
"I think it is back again Joey, it hurts so bad!" Jacob responded through
his tears.
"What's back babe? What is hurting you right now?"
Jake couldn't even form a sentence through his tears. He was in pain and I
couldn't understand why. All I know is what I was seeing. He was clutching
on his back and at the same time, his left side.
"Jake please tells me what is going on! How can I help you Jake?"
"I have taken more of the pain medicine than I am allowed and still cannot
get rid of the pain. It started in my back and moved around into my groin
area. Shooting up and..."
Jake got up and started vomiting in the toilet. He kept throwing up I was
getting worried he much it looked like he threw up his lungs. It looked
like there was nothing left, but he still felt as if he needed to throw up.
I couldn't stand there and see my Jake in so much pain. On top of the pain
he was throwing up. I ran to the room and picked up the phone. I called 911
for an ambulance. As soon as I was off the phone I went and checked on
Jake.
He was still doubled over in the toilet throwing up. He still couldn't stop
from throwing up. I ran back to the hallway and knocked on Chase's and
David's doors. They didn't respond at first, and then I yelled through the
doors at them.
"I need to take Jake to the hospital right now. So when the paramedics show
up please send them to our room."
That got them out of bed and into our room in a flash. By then I had
covered Jake up with a blanket. They looked up and saw Jake was white as a
ghost. They just stood there watching as Jake doubled over again.
I grabbed some running pants, underwear, socks, a t-shirt, and sneakers for
Jake. I know he didn't want to be seen like this. I asked the guy's to wait
for the paramedics to arrive downstairs. When they left I dressed Jake the
best as I could between him throwing up and trying to walk to get rid of
the pain.
Once I got on the last shoe, the EMT'S walked through the bedroom door.
"Tell us what is going on here sir? Where does it hurt and how bad?"
"It hurts really bad sir, really bad..." Jake went right back into the
toilet.
"Does anyone here know when the pain started?"
We all shook our heads no. I didn't even know Jake was sick until I got out
of bed looking for him.
"Sir could you try to hold it in. take a deep breath and try to get your
breathing under control. You are dry heaving right now. Your stomach has
nothing left to throw up."
Jake got up and tried to walk around to get rid of the pain. That is when
the EMT'S got the most information out of him.
"Can you tell us when this started, where it started, where it is, and how
bad is the pain right now on a scale of one to ten?"
"It started about a hour ago. First it was a sharp pain in my lower back
then it shot around to my front. It seems to move up and down form my groin
to my stomach. The pain is a twenty right now, sir!"
As Jake was about to head back to the toilet the EMT'S caught him and gave
Jake a basin to throw up in. They radioed it in as they were putting him on
the stretcher. They had a hard time getting the stretcher down the
stairs. I was afraid a couple of times they were actually going to drop the
stretcher.
When they got him outside and started loading him up in the ambulance I was
worried. I looked at Jake with a worried sad look on his face.
"We will be taking him to Columbia West if you want to follow us. He will
be seen the minute we drive up into the emergency room." One of the EMT'S
said as he was shutting the door.
I was about to run in and get my keys when I saw David was locking up with
them. We all jumped in the truck with Chase driving. All that went through
my mind was the words that Jake was saying. He thinks it back again. Jake
had such a sad look on his face as if he was defeated before he could even
begin to fight.
I started to sob thinking of the look on Jake's face when he said those
words: I think it is back again. Those words just kept going through my
mind as I sobbed on the way to the hospital to be with Jake.
TO BE CONTINUED...
{Wow what is there to say here. Was it too much to think Jake beat the odds
of being cancer free? He and everyone around him thought he had beaten
cancer and now he is being rushed to the hospital. The relationship between
Jake and Joey is so damn close they never dreamed they could be in love
with each other at this level. Tom and David look like they are moving on
and picking up the pieces to there relationship. Alejandro is finally out
of the picture. Jake doesn't have to worry about him anymore. Finally that
chapter of Jakes life is closed. If Jake makes it through this, all he has
to worry about is being a teenager. Who knows what is to come with the guys
in the future chapters. It could be happiness or just more hardships with
Jake getting ill. There is a so much to answer in the chapters to
come. Stick around and keep reading the future chapters, and enjoy! Please
email me and let me know how I am doing at jacobmillertex@aol.com, Thanks!}
[Well, our beloved author is getting better and better with the
cliffhangers, isn't he ? Does doing cliffhangers come under the heading of
cruel and unusual punishment ? If not, I think the term needs to be
re-defined !
Thanks to all of you that have written! Jacob shares the e-mails with
me. Like him, I get my "pay" from hearing reactions from the readers.
Hey, shall we start a pool as to how many chapters the story will be by the
time Jacob and Joey get through High School ? I had NO idea how long this
story would evolve into being when I became Jacob's Editor way back,
starting with Chapter 8. Yeah, Jake, I sometimes wonder if I would have
taken this on had I known ~~~~
Keep those e-mails coming! They are the paycheck for all the hard work!
"Daddy" Rick; Editor]